Shattered Paradise 3

As I pulled into my driveway after a long day of work I was pleased to find the reassuringly familiar sight of my parents' BMW parked in front of my two car garage. I parked next to them and wearily climbed out of my own Mercedes. My parents had been helping out with my son since Stephi was is no condition to look after him during the day by herself. Well, actually, my mother looked after him while my father looked after Stephi.

Stephi had changed a lot during the year and a half it took to find her and bring her back home. She had been tortured and brainwashed and so far her recovery had been hard and slow. I took her to a therapist twice a week who specialized in PTSD and reversing the kind of mind conditioning Stephi had been subjected to.

As I entered my house I was greeted by the welcome laughter of my son as my mother played with him on the floor. They had some blocks out and as my mom concentrated on building a tower my son took great delight in knocking it down every time she stacked more than four. I expected them to be alone and was surprised to find my father watching with a amused smile on his face from the loveseat.

“Hi Mom, Dad,” I greeted them both before collapsing to my knees next to my son and engulfing him in a warm hug. “Is Stephi upstairs,” I asked.

“Yes, son, she is,” my father answered guiltily.

I heard a thump come from the room Stephi and I shared upstairs and looked at my father quizzically. “Alone?” I questioned.

“No,” my father answered looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Your brother came home this morning for a surprise visit and insisted on helping your father out today,” my mother apologized.

I almost dropped my son in alarm at my mother's admission. I didn't blame my dad, really. He was no longer a young man and looking after Stephi took a lot out of him. But the therapist had warned me about the type of care Stephi would need and I knew my brother was incapable of giving it to her. Don't get me wrong, I loved my brother, Johnathan, but like all young men his age he could be a self-centered jerk much of the time.

I handed my son back to my mother, and as unhurriedly as I could make myself appear, headed upstairs. As soon as I was out of eyesight of my parents I took the steps two at a time growing anxious at what I would find. I pushed the heavy bedroom door open that I’d had installed to help keep the noise from bleeding out of our room. I thought I had prepared myself but when faced with the scene in front of me I still froze in shock.

There on the bed was my sweet Stephi doubled up under my brother as he savagely hammered his cock in and out of her pussy. It wasn't like I didn't expect to find them having sex, that was after all what Stephi needed help with, but the brutality with which my only brother fucked my lovely bride was disturbing.

No one had realized the true damage that had been done to Stephi's mind until several weeks after she had been home when I went back to work. She had been watching our son alone and as soon as he was down for a nap she had abandoned him to look for random men to have sex with. When I got home from work and found her missing, I feared that Steven had taken her again and called the cops. Our car was quickly found however outside an adult shop with Stephi inside the shop taking on all comers in one of their video booths.

She had already been seeing one therapist who then referred us to her current therapist. He specialized in sexual trauma. Stephi now craved sex and would do almost anything to get it. I took several more weeks off work until her new therapist said it would take years for Stephi to recover, if she ever fully recovered, and that the only treatment, along with therapy, was for Stephi to have loving and caring sex instead of being used like a slut as she had been for the previous year and a half.

My parents volunteered to help in any way they could and the arrangement had been made so I could go back to work. My brother found out a short time after and also agreed to help which we all willingly accepted at first until I discovered exactly how he was treating her. When I complained to the therapist he said that my brother's help wasn't ideal, but then asked what I'd prefer: Stephi having sex with my brother, or Stephi wandering the streets having sex with unknown men.

Given the two scenarios there was no real choice but my parents and I stopped encouraging Johnathan to help and only accepted it when we absolutely needed it. Today was not one of those days and as I stood there and watched him use my wife like a two-bit whore I got angrier and angrier. But her therapist had cautioned about showing anger around Stephi whenever she was having sex; she mustn't ever feel ashamed of the act or it would help fuel her need for it.

I stood there fuming for a second or two before stepping into the room. My brother turned his head towards me with a shit-eating grin on his face. Stephi ignored me as she had been conditioned to ignore anyone or thing she wasn't engaged with sexually. “Hey brother,” Johnathan called out between thrusts. “Just helping Dad out today,” he grunted.

I didn't know what to say and just remained standing there speechless which he took as tacit approval of what he was doing with my wife. He had her on her back with her knees nearly pinned to her shoulders lifting her butt off the bed so that he could pound down into her open pussy with all his weight. Johnathan stopped looking at me and put his face back next to my wife's. He whispered in her ear words that I couldn't hear because of all the noise from their bodies slamming together.

I was about to enter the room properly and ask my brother to stop when I heard, “Sorry Son,” come from my father at my elbow. I had been so engrossed with the goings on in the room that I hadn't heard him approach. Johnathan noticed our father as well and turned his head back to face us both with the same grin still across his face. He nodded at our father in greeting but was fucking Stephi so hard now that he could only manage a grunt at first.

“I forgot to mention,” my brother finally managed, “my frat is throwing a party this weekend and I asked Stephi if she'd like to attend. Lots of guys there who'd love to help her out,” he added with another grunt. “She'd be the only woman there,” he continued. “She could just wait for guys in my room.”

As he was talking I could tell Stephi was getting more and more excited, no doubt imagining what it'd be like at the party servicing all of Johnathan's frat brothers and their friends. Stephi rarely spoke during sex anymore but she still groaned and gasped her enjoyment and right then she was letting my brother know she was enjoying every bit of his cock going in her. Pinned down as she was she couldn’t really move but she didn't need to; my brother was moving enough for both of them.

I stood transfixed as Stephi's entire body convulsed and strained underneath his and I knew my wife was cumming from my brother's attentions. My father put his hand on my shoulder. “Let's go back downstairs and let them finish,” he suggested quietly.

I nodded glumly in agreement and turned to start to leave. “Good idea,” my brother said. “I'll probably be awhile. I've already creamed her three times today and the next one feels a good way off. We can talk about the party after I've finished.” I wanted to shout at him and tear him off my wife but Stephi's recovery was more important than correcting my brother's churlish behavior. As my father and I walked back down the stairs I reflected on how our lives had turned into this bizarre sex-filled mockery of normalcy.

During therapy Stephi had related much of what happened to her after Steven had stuffed her into that suitcase and walked out of camera range. She's not sure how long it had taken to wake up, but when she finally did, she was still zippered up in the suitcase and panicked. She said she screamed and tried to break free of the cramped confines but no one came and she was unable to free herself.

She eventually wore herself out and she was able to determine by the noises she could hear outside the case and the constant rolling movement that she was on some sort of ship. She lost track of time while locked away but she doesn't believe it was too long because just about the time she felt the overwhelming need to relieve herself the case started rolling and she could hear muffled voices. A short time later the case stopped and she was let out.

Steven was there, along with two other rough looking men who helped her out of the case and held her arms. Stephi laughed when she related feeling self conscious of her nudity and upset that the men holding her arms wouldn't let her cover up. She was on some sort of cargo ship stacked high with shipping containers. The ship appeared to be half loaded and they were standing next to one of the containers that was on the outside edge on the bottom of the stack.

The container had an extra door on the side that stood open and she could hear the sound of other containers being loaded on the ship. Stephi said the ship was huge. She had only seen such a large ship from a distance and was certain that they had to have been at the port.

“Well Stephi, I’m afraid you're going to have to pay for your husband's curiosity,” Steven told her. She tried to kick and scream but one of the men clamped a large dirty hand over her mouth and they were too strong for her to break free. She was dragged into the open container which was mostly empty except for a dirty mattress on the floor, a bucket, a metal table bolted down, and a chain that ran down one wall to the mattress.

“Strap her face down on the table,” Steven commanded the two men. Stephi struggled against them but again to no avail. The table wasn't very long or wide and was the perfect size for a human torso and little else. Her arms were attached to the legs of the table at her wrists with metal cuffs as were her legs at the ankles and knees. Her head hung over the edge the table and her feet were resting on the floor of the dirty container. She pulled at her bonds after she was secure to gauge their strength and found them tight and too strong to break.

Steven walked over to stand in front of her and pulled her head up by the hair forcing her to look up at his face. “I'm sorry about this but your husband needs to be taught a lesson,” he apologized. “If you behave and prove that I can trust you, I’ll allow you to be moved over there,” he added indicating the dirty mattress in the other corner. “That means no yelling, screaming, biting, and of course no trying to escape.” Stephi didn't reply but stared at him angrily for several seconds before he sighed and let go of her hair.

“Keep the door closed and locked until we're under way,” Steven addressed his men. “After that the door can be left open. Let everyone know her cunt and mouth are free for use but no getting into her ass. And no damaging her; she's going to fetch a large amount of money on the market as long as she's in good condition. Get a blanket and keep her covered when no one's using her; I don't want her getting hypothermia.” As Steven talked one of the men put the bucket on the floor between her open legs then the three of them left closing the door behind them leaving her in complete darkness.

Stephi cried for several minutes after they were gone until she had no more tears left. Eventually her full bladder got the better of her and she had to pee. Having no other option she just let it happen and most of it landed in the bucket beneath her while the last trickles ran down her leg. She's not sure how many hours she was alone in the dark with the door closed but the table grew very uncomfortable. Her legs ached and it was difficult keeping her head raised with nothing to support it. Eventually she gave up and let it hang over the edge until it started pounding from all the blood running to it then she alternated between keeping it up and letting it drop down.

By the time she heard the latch on the door start to unlock she was prepared to do anything to be allowed to go to the mattress no matter how dirty it was. “… finally going to get up in this bitch,” she heard a man say as the door began to open. “I’ve been walking around with a hard cock all day. Did you get a look at her ass?”

“Yeah,” another voice said. “Too bad the boss says 'hands off'. Probably saving it for himself. You know how much the boss likes screw a tight asshole.”

“You gonna do her mouth while I fuck her?” the first one asked as they entered the container. Both men were behind her and she couldn't turn her head around enough to see them. She was so embarrassed she wasn't sure she wanted to anyway. She was just relieved that someone had arrived that could unlock her and let her off the table.

“Naw,” the second man replied. “I don't trust it yet. Did you see the way she glared at the boss? She still might be in the mood to bite. Just remember our deal; you go first but you pull out. I don't want to stick my dick in your slop.”

It was still dark in the container so it must have been dark outside but a few seconds after she heard their feet walking on the metal floor of the container she was bathed in the harsh glow of a flashlight from behind. “Remind me to set up some lights so we can see this beauty. I usually don't care but this one…this one I want to see while I’m doin her.”

“Yeah,” the second man agreed. “Aww look she pissed,” he complained. “I'll get the hose.”

One set of footsteps retreated while the other and the light approached. She took a large intake of breath when seconds later a hand touched her ass. “Please…please,” she croaked. “I promise I’ll be good. Please let me down,” she pleaded.

The man touching her ass laughed. “Sorry slut,” he said, “boss's orders. Your to stay just as you are until he says you've had enough and I can tell you it hasn't been near long enough. Maybe he'll let you off in about a week.”

The other man returned. “Stand aside,” he said and the hand on her ass was removed. Then a hard jet of cold water hit her backside and thighs causing her to jump and strain at her bonds as she let out a loud gasp from the shock. It hit her so hard it was actually painful. Thankfully it was over quickly and she was just left wet and shivering. The man with the hose retreated again while the other one started patting her dry with a blanket.

“The boss said that was to keep her warm,” the man outside complained. “You're getting it all wet.”

“Don't matter,” the guy drying her off said gruffly. “I’m just using a corner. She'll stay warm. Besides, I don't think she's gonna be alone that much.”

“Yeah all the guys seemed eager to spend time with her,” the guy still standing outside the container commented.

The man closest to her came closer again and put his hand back on her ass while he undid his pants with the other. She hung her head down and looked under the table and saw her own bound legs with the man's legs standing between them. His hand flashed into view occasionally as he manipulated the button and zipper of his pants. A few seconds later his loose pants slid down his thick hairy legs and audibly hit the container floor.

Stephi couldn't see his cock from her vantage point but she could tell he was stroking it while feeling up her bottom. Then she felt the rubbery tip of his cock nosing against the entrance to her vagina and she shivered uncontrollably at the rude intrusion. He lodged the head in at the entrance then gripped her waist with strong rough hands. She cried out in pain as he powered his hips and cock forward into her dry vagina without any regard for her comfort.

It seared into her, tearing at her delicate flesh as it advanced mercilessly forward. “So tight,” the man groaned behind her. He pulled back giving Stephi a bit of relief but she felt his grip on her waist tighten followed by the return of his painful cock ripping into her again. “Aaaaarrrggg!” she cried out as tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

“Be careful!” the man outside cautioned. “Remember what the boss said about hurting her?”

“Yeah, but he also said she likes it a bit rough. Don't worry, cunt's just a little dry is all. I'm not doing anything that'll cause permanent harm.” He pulled back again and then rammed it forward. “She's already starting to get warmed up,” he commented.

To Stephi's chagrin it was true. Her body was responding to the rough treatment despite her sore and aching muscles and the searing pain in her vagina. What was wrong with her? Why did she enjoy the pain and humiliation of being used so callously by men? Why did she get off when they talked about her as if she were there solely for their pleasure and had no regard for her as a person?

His continual hard thrusting didn't give her time to contemplate the questions swirling through her mind and they were soon forgotten as his entry became easier and easier. Her face began to flush as her heart beat faster and faster in response to the hard cock plunging in and out of her juicing quim. “The bitch is starting to like it,” the man commented to his companion who was still standing outside. He pulled his cock all the way out and let some of her growing moisture ooze out before fisting it back into her cunt. He sank all the way in to the hilt with a groan of satisfaction and then began fucking my sweet wife in earnest. Stephi gasped and groaned with him as the pain went away and she was left with only the pleasure of having a firm cock ramming in and out of her now willing cunt.

“That's it…” the man groaned out, “the little slut is wet now…good pussy…” as he continued to pound in and out of her restrained body. Stephi's ears burned with shame, embarrassment, and a bit of excitement. Her breathing became ragged and her arms strained against their bonds as she yearned to bring a hand to her clit to press it tighter against the invading member plunging in and out of her pussy.

Just as she thought she might actually cum from the assault, the man fucking her suddenly pulled his cock out with a loud grunt and placed the slimy member between the cheeks of her bottom. She could feel the length of it pulsing as the man continued to grunt loudly and warm wet splashes fell on her back and hair. “Fuck that was good,” the man said and Stephi felt his cock leave and watched from beneath the table as he bent down to pull up his pants.

“You finished?” the other man asked stepping back into the container.

“Yeah…yeah,” the first man confirmed a little out of breath.

Stephi felt used, embarrassed, and more than a little humiliated as the men switched places and the second man stepped up behind her and dropped his own pants. Unable to move she was little more than a toy to masturbate themselves with. She had only a few seconds to catch her breath before the new cock was forcing its way up her cunt. This time the entry was much easier and the man didn't have such a tight painful grip on her waist.

Stephi felt her impending orgasm start to build again making her feel self-conscious and ashamed. Her face burned and she tried to deny what was happening, tried to hold it back but she couldn't. She didn't want these men, these strangers, to know that they were making her experience the ultimate pleasure; she didn't want them to have the satisfaction of knowing they'd made her cum.

She bit her lip and attempted to stifle her cries but eventually her gasps and groans were too loud and she couldn’t hold them in. Her body stiffened and strained against her shackles and the man fucking her paused with his dick buried to the hilt in her pussy. “The slut is actually cumming!” he exclaimed to his friend.

“Told ya,” the other man responded. “The boss is always right about bitches like her.”

Stephi wanted to bury her head and hide but she didn't have that option. The man's cock moving in and out again distracted her from her thoughts and caused her to groan out loud. The man chuckled at her enjoyment and sped up his thrusts into her prostrate body.

After listening to his buddy go first, the second man didn't last as long. The guy didn't bother pulling out either and flooded Stephi's pussy with a massive load of cum as he groaned in satisfaction. “That's some good pussy,” he gasped as he pulled out his softening member. “I'll definitely be visiting her again.”

“Fuck man,” the first guy started, “I plan on getting up this bitch at least once a day.” The second man agreed and patted Stephi on her naked ass before pulling up his pants. Her pussy felt wet and open and the cool night air made her shiver as it hit the cum slowly leaking past the lips. “I'm glad we got to her first though,” he continued. “She's gonna be a mess after the other guys have a go at her.”

“That don't matter,” the guy buttoning his pants responded. “With pussy this good I don't care how sloppy she gets. Besides, you can always just hose her off.” The man finished by bending down to retrieve the blanket they'd brought and carelessly throwing it over her back. The two men then walked away still discussing the merits of getting her first like she was a piece of meat. Stephi shivered and it wasn't from the cold breeze that blew on her still exposed calves.

She was alone for a long time after that, so long that she actually fell asleep. She didn't wake up until she felt the blanket being pulled off her. The man didn't speak but she could hear him breathing hard but whether from exertion or excitement Stephi was unsure. It was still dark out and like the previous men this one had brought a light which was on the floor between her legs.

When he dropped his pants Stephi was a little surprised to see coal black legs underneath although she's not sure why. This time she could see a good bit of the man's length hanging down between his legs which meant it had to be fairly long. She couldn't see how thick it was in the dim untrained light but a few seconds later it was nosing around the entrance to her pussy and she could feel it. The cum from her previous assaulter had dribbled out leaving her pussy dry again. Lucky for her that this new guy was used to having to work his meat in a woman slowly and he took his time.

Soon she was wet enough for him to start thrusting in and out with speed and she was gasping underneath him. She heard more voices outside in unfamiliar languages. One of them said something to the man fucking her and he paused thrusting into her long enough to respond back. Some of the voices outside sounded impatient and she realized they were waiting for the man with her to finish so they could have a turn as well.

The man began slamming his cock in and out with great speed and Stephi felt another orgasm building within her. Before it overwhelmed her, the man gasped loudly and held himself tightly inside her while his cock pulsed and spewed its thick cream. He left her and another man entered. She cried out when cold water from the hose struck her pussy and thighs cleaning her out and dousing the flame that had built within her.

After the man was satisfied that she was clean, he stepped up behind her and mounted her as well, his cock tearing up her now unlubricated cunt. This was repeated over and over again as she was taken by a seemingly unending line of men. She lost track of how many satisfied their lust inside her that night, but she only managed to cum twice herself. By the time the line of men had finished the sun was beginning to rise and Stephi could feel the container start to warm up.

She was left alone for at least an hour before she heard footsteps enter the container again. She expected the guy to get behind her and drop his pants like all the others and was surprised when a portly old man set up a folding chair near her head. He retreated without a word but returned moments later with a tray full of food. He sat down in the chair and regarded her haggard appearance.

“The boss says you're to get three meals a day,” the man said in a kind Irish accent, “so that's what I’m going to do.” The way he spoke was almost fatherly and it comforted her so much that relief flooded through her.

He spoon fed her a bite of some sort of oatmeal and after swallowing Stephi gave him a gratified “Thank you.” Then taking a calculated risk she asked, “Can you release me please? It would be so much easier to eat. I promise I won't try to escape.”

The man chuckled a bit as he fed her another mouthful. “Escape?!” he laughed. “Oh, lass, where would you escape to?” he laughed. “We're in the middle of the ocean!” Stephi's hurt look made him soften his face again. “Look lass, I’d like nothing more than to let you out. I don't like feeding adults food when they're perfectly capable of feeding themselves and I got plenty of other work that needs doing. But the boss says you can't be let out yet for nothing.”

Stephi couldn't help a few tears forming in her eyes. One rolled down her cheek as he fed her another bite. The old man sighed and let the spoon drop noisily in the bowl. “Now look, missy, I don't like cryin' so I’ll tell you a little secret. All you gotta do is be nice to all the men that come visit you. Now I heard how you were last night so I know you ain't averse to having a good time with the boys, you just gotta be a little more welcoming.”

Stephi was confused. She hadn't complained one bit while she was taken by the guys and she wasn't sure how to be nice to men fucking her against her will. “What do you mean?” she asked curiously.

The old man picked up the spoon and started feeding her again. “You gotta make them feel welcome lass,” he replied. “They all talked about how good your pussy is,” the old man continued as if he were truly giving fatherly advice, “but none of them said you were nice or polite.”

“How do I do that?” Stephi asked. She really didn't care whether she was welcoming to the men or not but she desperately wanted off the table to ease her aching back, legs, and arms.

“Simple, girlie,” he said with a smile. “Offer every man a blowjob and say it sweetly,” he suggested spooning another mouthful of oatmeal and offering it to her. “You've got such a pretty mouth and lips.” Stephi nodded in understanding and opened her mouth to take the spoon. If that's what she had to do she would do it.

The old man finished feeding her and then offered her a glass of water through a straw which she drank eagerly. “You look a mess lass,” he commented as she drank. “The boss didn't say, but he didn't say not to either, so I'm gonna clean you up a bit.”

He went away for several minutes and then came back with a large bowl filled with soapy water, a wash cloth, and a towel. He started with her face and hair. The warm water felt great on her back and neck and she barely noticed that he spent an extra amount of time on her ass and pussy. When he was finished washing her he used the towel to dry her. She felt a hundred times better clean and with a full stomach. “Thank you,” she said earnestly when he had finished. He stood in front of her waiting expectantly for several seconds and just when he was about to leave Stephi realized what he was waiting for. “Can I give you a blowjob?” she finally asked.

The old man's face split in a wide smile and he reached down towards the button on his pants. “Yes, thank you lass,” he said cheerily.

Stephi mentally rolled her eyes as his pants dropped revealing a stubby but thick cock that barely jutted out beneath his round belly. He lifted her chin with one hand while pointing his cock at her mouth with the other then shuffled forward. Stephi opened her mouth to accept him and sucked the head which is all she could get at because of his belly. “That's a good girl,” the old man said as he patted her on the head. Stephi could feel his cock swell a little more and she felt a note of satisfaction if not enjoyment at knowing she could get the old man hard. He helped her move her head around and didn't try to shove his dick down her throat like men usually do. She sucked the swelling head and ran her tongue under the edge and into the slit. The old man groaned and let her work her magic. She thought he would cum in her mouth but he unexpectedly pulled back and stepped away.

She looked at him questioningly and he chuckled. “Don't worry lass there'll be plenty of time for you to drink my cum later and if I’m not mistaken some of the boys will give you some later today. But I’ve been hearing so much about that pussy of yours I’ve got to try it.”

The old man was looking at her as if expecting her to object but Stephi remembered what he said about being nice. She couldn’t really think of anything to say and ended up just nodding her head in agreement. The old man seemed satisfied and shuffled over to the other side of the table with his pants around his ankles. “I do so love working on this ship,” he mused as she felt his cock nosing at the entrance to her cunt.

She hadn't expected him to be capable but the old man fucked her for at least a half hour and he was a lot more gentle than any of the men had been the night before. Stephi actually came twice herself while he humped her from behind. In the end he was much like the rest of the men that used her though; he dumped his load in her pussy then left after taking away everything he'd brought leaving Stephi alone again.

One thing Stephi could say about the visitations she received is that they at least offered a distraction to the muscle aches and pains wracking her body. She lost track of time but knows she was on the table for days. Every day was much the same. Men would visit throughout the day. Some would speak to her, some would not. During daylight the visits were sporadic but at night she always had a long line that seemed to take hours to get through. And every morning the old Irishman came to feed and clean her. She made sure to offer each and every one a blowjob before they started fucking her. Some took her up on it and some didn't but the old man always had her suck him. He came in her mouth most mornings and called it her morning protein. Even if he came in her mouth he'd fuck her afterward too.

Finally, one morning instead of the old Irishman, Steven and the two men who acted as his bodyguards showed up. Stephi barely recognized him through her tired eyes and offered him a blowjob before she realized who he was. “Of course,” he answered at the offer, “but not here. Let's get you cleaned up first.”

To her astonishment the two bodyguards released her bonds and pulled her to her feet. Her legs didn't work and as blood rushed to them they hurt worse than they had before. But the pain brought her back to her senses and the two men held her up in front of Steven. “I hear you've been behaving yourself,” he commented. “Keep it up and you won't have to return to the table.” All Stephi could manage was a nod in agreement.

Steven motioned to his men and they followed him out of the container dragging her with them. She was taken to a cabin that looked like it belonged on a luxury yacht instead of a cargo ship. Steven was acting like his usual cocky self making comments about how proud he was of her and how happy he was that she could learn to obey.

He had one of his men take her to the cabin’s bathroom to get cleaned up. Stephi was excited when she saw there was an actual bathtub already filled with warm water. She still had trouble getting her limbs to move so the man had to help her in the tub. The warmth of the water helped get her circulation moving again and soon she was feeling much better as her aches and pains melted away. The bodyguard stayed in the room and watched as she bathed. After what she had just gone through modesty was no longer an issue for her.

She remained soaking in the warm water long after she finished washing herself. The bodyguard didn't show any impatience and she was in no hurry. Just when she thought she might be getting a bit prunish there was a knock on the door and an older woman came in with a makeup bag. Out came shaving cream and a razor and before Stephi could ask questions or raise any objections her legs and armpits had been shaved and the woman went to work on her vagina too.

The woman never said a word or showed any emotion pertaining to Stephi's situation and Stephi wondered how many women she had done this for. After the shaving was complete she gave Stephi a complete mani/pedi, brushed and combed out her hair, and applied makeup. Stephi barely recognized herself in the mirror when she was finished. The only thing she was missing was a dress or some other clothing.

The other woman packed her things and left then the bodyguard took Stephi by the elbow and led her back out into the main cabin. Steven was there waiting patiently in a chair. He stood and waved his man away. “You can leave us,” he said. “I don't think she'll harm me.”

Stephi stood there naked and nervous while Steven looked her up and down. “That's much better,” he said smiling. “There's the beauty I remember.” Stephi actually blushed at the compliment even though a few days before she wanted nothing more than to kill him. At that moment she was nothing but grateful for being unchained and properly bathed despite the fact he was the one who had strapped her to the table in then first place.

Steven walked over to her and took her hand softly and lifted it as he admired her naked form. “You would like to remain off the table, yes?” he asked lifting her chin.

Stephi sighed and nodded before sinking to her knees. She looked up at Steven, the man responsible for everything that had gone wrong in her life and asked, “Would you like me to give you a blowjob?” with as much sincerity in her voice as she could muster.

“Why, I would love one,” Steven answered thrusting his crotch forward. Stephi reached for his belt and began unbuckling seeing the marks on her wrists from her confinement. The image brought up a couple of conflicting emotions; anger at Steven for subjecting her to these atrocities, joy at being able to move, fear of being retuned to the table, and even a little excitement at the thought of a sexual encounter. Whatever faults Steven had she had to admit he was a master cocksman.

Stephi pulled his pants halfway down his thighs and his large cock flopped out over the top of his boxers. Steven chuckled as Stephi took it in hand then sighed as it disappeared into her mouth. “You are such a good cocksucker Stephi,” Steven groaned. Her face burned with embarrassment at the compliment but her pussy twitched involuntarily. “I've heard how nice you've been,” Steven said as she sucked, “offering everyone blowjobs. I would say you've been generous but I know how much you love to suck cock.”

Stephi tried to ignore what he was saying and concentrated on making him cum as quickly as possible. The man in front of her held the keys to her confinement as well as her freedom and she knew pleasing him was the only chance she had to get free. So she sucked and slobbered over the cock of the man she hated in hopes of satisfying him.

Steven placed his hand in her head and directed it back and forth allowing more and more of his prick to ease down her mouth and throat until Stephi choked and gagged each time the head hit the back. Soon his cock was covered in a thick coat of spit and drool from the back of her throat allowing it to move in and out of her mouth easier. It started to firm even more in her mouth and she prepared herself for the blast of cum she thought was on the way.

Instead Steven pulled her head back and allowed his cock to fall from her mouth. He looked down at her and smiled. “That's enough of that,” he said. “Get up on the bed,” he commanded gently. “On your hands and knees,” he added helping her to her feet, “right on the edge.”

Stephi complied while Steven stepped out of his pants and removed the rest of his clothing. “I'm so glad you aren't fighting me anymore, Stephi,” he said as he opened a drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a small bottle. “It's going to make things so much easier.” He handed her the bottle and Stephi saw that it was lube. “For your ass,” Steven explained. “There's been so many cocks in that pussy of yours lately that it's probably all stretched out and sore.” Stephi had to admit she was more than a little sore but she didn't see how taking Steven's thick dick up her ass was going to help.

She thanked him for the lube because she knew he didn't have to give it to her. He'd taken her ass without it before. Steven walked over behind her while she lubed up her own asshole. She spent a little extra time making sure her hole was covered, trying to delay the inevitable. Eventually Steven pulled her hand away and stared at the slick hole. “Spread your fat cheeks for me,” he commanded. Stephi reluctantly complied, her face burning red again.

The spongy head of his prick was against her tight hole a few seconds later. Then his hands were on her hips and he was surging forward, his cock easily slipping past her lube slickened sphincter. Stephi gasped, the first real sounds she'd made during the whole encounter. Steven paused for a second then stepped closer and started sawing his fat cock in and out sinking further into her warm tight depths with each forward movement.

“Oh Stephi,” Steven groaned from behind her, “you have such a tight ass. It feels good to fuck it again.” He continued ramming into her. The lube made the intrusion of his thick cock bearable even though he was driving it in deep every time and the wide base stretching out her sphincter caused her to cry out in pain. “I like hearing your little cries, Stephi. It reminds me of the first time I stretched out your ass. Do you remember?”

Stephi couldn't catch her breath to answer him. She turned around to look at him though and saw a wicked smile on his face. She tried to smile but knew it looked forced. Steven just laughed. “I like you Stephi. You're always practical. If the situation calls for you to bend over and take it up the ass, you bend over. Your husband has trouble understanding that.”

Stephi wanted to defend me but didn't want to do anything to upset Steven. So, as Steven would have put it, she acted practical and kept her mouth shut while he sodomized her. “Aaaaahhhh,” he groaned and Stephi felt his cock swell even more in her tight hole then spasm and spit its warm wet fluid. Steven released his grip on her hips and Stephi sagged forward onto the bed. She was suddenly very tired and wanted to nap on the soft bed. How many days had it been since she'd slept in a bed? She honestly didn't know. Steven remained standing above her looking down at the ass he had just violated. He bent down and parted the cheeks that Stephi had let go of. “That’s why I forbid the others from taking you there,” Steven said. “I wanted to keep one of your holes just for me,” he explained as he watched his cum leak out of her. Stephi wanted to hide her face in shame.

He released her after a few seconds and with a sigh straightened and began to get dressed. “I have a few matters I must attend to,” he said. “I know you must be tired so go ahead and take a nap. While you're with me the others have instructions to leave you alone.”

“Thank you,” Stephi said almost as an involuntary action although she was grateful that she’d be able to rest unmolested. Steven left and the bodyguard entered as Stephi crawled under the covers. True to Steven's word she was left alone to sleep. The bodyguard apparently was only in the room to watch her and remind her that she was a prisoner.

Stephi also noticed a clock on the nightstand and took note of the time she fell asleep. She was able to get a few hours in before the old Irishman came by with an omelet and fresh fruit. And a few hours after that she was face down on the bed while Steven pistoned his cock in and out of her ass again. She spent most of the rest of the day with his cock lodged up there in one fashion or another. He was ruthless in the way he used it but he always made sure he didn't hurt her.

They fell asleep with Steven spooned behind her and his fat cock stuck inside her. Stephi was awake for some time feeling it pulse and throb in her bowels while trying to figure out a way to extricate herself from him. He had his arm around her so she couldn't manage it and wound up falling asleep while thinking about it. When she woke up the next morning her asshole was sore and cramping around his thick meat. Steven didn't care if she was sore, he just pumped another load into her then had her clean up.

When she came out of the bathroom Steven was gone and the bodyguard was waiting for her. “Boss says to take you back to the container,” the man told her.

“Wait…what!” she exclaimed. “Why?!!” she started crying.

“Don't do that,” the man sighed. “He said you get the mattress not the table,” the brute said taking her firmly by the arm. Stephi didn't struggle as he led her through the ship back to her container. It was later in the day this time and there was a lot more men up and working. They called out to her as she passed telling her how much they missed her and what they were going to do to her later.

When they got back to the container she was chained around the neck to the one of the container walls. The chain was short so she couldn't move far but at least she could stand and walk. The man brought the bucket closer to her so she could use it and the blanket so she could stay warm. The man's hands took liberties with her body as he chained her and moved stuff around. Stephi knew what he wanted so when he was finished she knelt on the mattress in front of him and asked, “Would you like a blowjob?”

The man smiled and responded with, “Hell yeah!”

He quickly dropped his pants and was shoving his cock in her face. Stephi had sucked it many times before but never with freedom of movement. It was easier to control how far his cock went down her throat. The bodyguard was one of the guys that liked to see how far he could shove his cock down her throat. He almost made her throw up a few times when she was secured to the table. It frustrated the man as he tried to thrust his cock in deep and Stephi always managed to move her head back to avoid gagging too much.

Finally he pulled his hips back and looking at her with a sour look on his face he lifted her up and flipped her onto her back. Stephi squealed in shock and a little excitement as she found herself pinned under this guy. He was fully clothed except his pants and underwear were around his ankles and it was a little strange having his clothes rub against her bare chest as he worked his cock in and out. She thought he would have trouble, that she would be dry, but his cock slipped right in. She hadn't realized how wet she'd gotten from sucking him.

He put one hand between their chests and toyed with one of her nipples. “This is more like it,” he groaned. “Now I can give you a proper fuck.” He rammed his cock in hard with several quick thrusts and then slowed and worked the entire length in and out hard. “Most of the sluts the boss brings on board…I couldn't care less about but you…you're different. You're not like them…and the boss says you're gonna be with us awhile…you have more to learn on account you were a housewife and not some stripper or escort.”

Not knowing at the time what Steven had planned for her Stephi was a little confused by the man's last statement but mostly paid attention to the fact that Steven planned on keeping her awhile before he let her go. As the unpleasant thought of staying on this ship and submitting to all these men drifted through her mind, the man on top of her crushed his lips against hers. Her mouth was wet with saliva from sucking his cock allowing his tongue to easily invade just as his cock invaded her pussy. Kissing like this seemed to her more intimate than anything she'd done so far and more of a violation than any of the fucking she'd received.

The man's breath tasted of stale coffee and bad cigarettes. He breathed heavily into her mouth as his tongue circled hers and he continued thrusting hard with his hips. She wanted to turn her head away but knew it would make him angry and decided to let him have his way. She wondered why it bothered her so much after everything that had already happened but couldn't come up with a reason other than that he was virtually a stranger and none of the others had dared kiss her. She supposed it might happen more often now that she was no longer strapped to the table.

His mouth stayed glued to hers for several minutes as he fucked his cock in and out. He finally removed it and groaned, “Yessssss,” in her ear as he jammed his hips one last time against hers and held himself there emptying his seed into her. His cock throbbed inside her as jet after jet of his thick fluid rocketed out the tip and filled her belly.

He rested on top of her for a few moments while she rubbed and patted his back. After a while he pulled himself up on his knees letting his deflating prick slip out of her. As he stood and pulled on his pants he looked down at her with a smug satisfied smile. “You liked that, didn't you?” he asked.

“Yes,” Stephi replied meekly. It wasn't a lie, she had liked everything but the kissing as well as wanting to be 'nice' to him.

He grunted and chuckled in response and then left. All throughout the day men came and went. She didn't bother trying to keep track. It seems they had all missed her while she was with Steven and couldn't wait to have her. By the time night fell she was sore and covered in cum but the regular line still showed up outside her door.

For several days it was the same. She thought the mattress would be easier, and physically it was, but emotionally it was worse. The men treated her differently now that they could hold a conversation with her more easily. The ones that could speak English actually talked to her and treated her like a human instead of a piece of fuckmeat…at least they did when they first entered the container. But then they'd end up ramming their cocks down one of her holes without any regard for her at all. The dichotomy of their treatment of her was jarring and took an emotional toll that was worse than the physical one. When she was on the table she could distance herself from what was happening almost as if it was being done to someone else.

Several days later Steven visited her again and again she was taken from the squalor of the container to the lap of luxury of his cabin. She was so grateful to have one on one time with someone that she treated him differently and welcomed his attention like she would a favored lover's. Despite the fact that he only fucked her in the ass and that he did it often throughout the day and night she preferred being with him over spending time in the container. When it was time for her to go back to her dirty mattress she begged on her hands and knees to stay with him.

“I'm sorry, Stephi,” Steven apologized. He was in the midst of dressing after just having reamed her asshole one last time that morning. “Maybe next time you can stay a bit longer. I am glad that you enjoy our time together however.”

Stephi was actually saddened and hung her head after nodding in understanding. He lifted her head gently with a finger so he could look her in the eye. “Don't be sad,” he told her. “You are performing a very important function on this ship. Moral among the men is very important and you are helping with that. If I took you from them now I might have a mutiny on my hands. Please do this for me.”

At this point, Stephi had nearly forgotten her life with me and our son and felt so grateful to Steven that she was happy to do whatever he asked even though she had no choice in the matter. After cleaning up, she went back to the mattress without further complaint and took on all comers again, sucking their cocks and doing whatever else she could to please them.

This pattern repeated several times until eventually Stephi no longer had to be chained in the container. She had lost all sense of self worth and lived only to please Steven and any cock that was put in front of her.

Stephi has no idea how long she stayed on board the ship but the State Department estimated it was between six and nine months. Then one day she was brought clothes for the first time and taken off the ship to a large mansion. She had no idea what country she was in but it wasn't anywhere in North America. There were other young women at the mansion and one by one they were led to a room with a stage and bright lights and made to stand still on the stage for a period of time.

After her time on the stage she was bundled off to a limo by men she didn't recognize and who didn't respond when she did her usual offer of a blowjob. She didn't know it but she had just been sold to a rich sheik. She travelled for several days by car, boat, and train, until she arrived at a large guarded compound with a luxurious mansion at its center.

No one there spoke English, or at least bothered to speak it to her, but she was led into the mansion and handed over to a group of other women of varying ages. The women were the first to speak to her and quite a few of them spoke accented English. They explained to her that they were all property of the sheik and he and his two sons ran the compound. The sheik, his sons, and other trusted men made free use of all the women. She was not to deny any man allowed in the women's part of the mansion.

Stephi took the information in stride. In fact, at that point, she no longer had any sense of self and when the women asked her what her name was she couldn't remember. She knew she had a past and a life before that but it didn't matter and she couldn't recall it. One woman called her Ablah and the name stuck with the other women.

The first night she was there the old sultan summoned her to his bed. Stephi doesn't remember any specifics of the encounter but she's certain she left him well satisfied. After that his two sons would often send for her and some of the others at any time during the day. As the only American she was something of a novelty to the men and was used often. The father would occasionally send for her as well but he rarely indulged in sex at his age.

She was also offered to visitors and business associates of the sheik and his sons as well as some of the other men who worked for them. Both sons had inner circles of advisors and friends who were given near free reign of the women and some of them liked to use and try to humiliate her because she was American. In the end that's probably what led to her being located.

While the other women called her Ablah, the men in the compound always referred to her as ‘re American'. Some of the business associates she entertained were westerners and rumors started circulating about an American woman in the sheik's harem. Word eventually got back to the State department who then managed to get a description of her and informed me when they were near certain it was Stephi.

I had almost given up hope of finding her although I had still continued pushing the state department to look for her. When the call came I was so overjoyed and wanted to rush out to retrieve her. Unfortunately there were complications. Stephi, since she no longer remembered who she was, wasn't asking for release and the U.S. had no official diplomatic ties where she was being held. We had no concrete proof that it was actually Stephi.

Eventually the sultan agreed to allow me and a representative from the State department come and verify her identity. She had been at the compound for about a year at that point. I flew out right away eager to be reunited with my wife. The man from state, George, met me with a driver at the airport. He explained that we would be allowed to see Stephi but that it would take more negotiating to have her released. George was about ten years older than me and seemed very confident as well as affable. His confidence was infectious and he soon had me believing that Stephi would be returning home in no time.

I had to wait a day before I got to see my wife. George and I were driven to the compound in a state car. The driver wasn't allowed in and George and I were escorted into the mansion by heavily armed men. We were shown to a receiving room and told to wait under guard. George still looked confident but I was feeling nervous and apprehensive. Sweat lined the palms of my hands and my heart was beating erratically.

They made us wait for an hour. I watched the clock nervously and every time I heard footsteps outside the room I stiffened in anticipation. George was relaxed and kept telling me to be patient. Finally the door opened and a stern looking man entered trying to smile assuredly but on his face it just seemed sinister. I hardly noticed him, however, because following close behind him walked my beautiful wife Stephi. My chest thumped wildly and I started to stand but George grabbed my arm in warning. Behind Stephi strode two more men and they were armed and menacing.

My wife smiled large when she saw us in what I thought was recognition but when the first man stopped she kept walking toward me and George until she was about a foot away and then asked, “Would you like a blowjob?” to both of us. I sat there stunned for several seconds searching her eyes and saw no sign that she knew who I was.

George looked at me and groaned and then turned to Stephi with a concerned look. “Not at the moment, thank you,” he responded for both of us. She looked disappointed but nodded and then stepped back to the other man. For the first time I actually took a look at Stephi and realized how scantily dressed and made up she was. Her clothes, while they covered anything that would be considered indecent, were almost see through and hardly left anything to the imagination. So much makeup was caked heavily on her face that it reminded me of a pornstar's.

She put a hand lightly on the man's chest and he put one familiarly on her bottom. He nodded at the other two men and they led Stephi away. I stood and ignored George's hand trying to pull me down again. “Stephi!” I cried out as she was led out. “Stephi! Please!” She paused for a second without turning before continuing on. I kept crying “Stephi! Stephi! Stephi!” after her. The man sighed in annoyance and George grabbed me again to try to calm me down.

George and the man we’re shouting at each other in Arabic and a few seconds later more armed men entered the room and dragged me out. George followed still trying to calm me down. “This isn't helping,” he told me. “That man has the authority to release your wife and you've just made him very upset.”

I was breathing hard but listening. I stopped struggling and the men released me. “Now I’m going to go back in that room and try to repair the damage you've done. If you can't compose yourself I’ll have these men take you back to the car.”

The car was outside the compound and I wanted to see Stephi again so I nodded to George. George went back into the room while I was forced to wait outside. A chair was brought for me along with some food and drink which I didn't touch. I waited for several hours trying to stay calm but all the while growing more and more anxious. I tried to listen through the wall but couldn't make sense of what I was hearing other than voices occasionally speaking in Arabic.

Eventually one of the men guarding me must have received a message in his earpiece as he spoke into his wrist then motioned to me to get up. I was led back through the door into the room. Stephi had been brought back in but this time she was naked. A guard was helping her to her feet and the man George was supposedly negotiating with was smiling wickedly. George himself turned and looked at me with a guilty expression as he zipped up his pants. Stephi was led quickly back out of the room and the negotiator followed her out.

George didn't acknowledge what I was certain had occurred until we were back in the car and on our way to the hotel we'd be staying out. “I'm sorry you had to see that,” George said. Not an apology for what happened just that I had witnessed the end. “She was forced upon me,” he continued quickly trying to excuse his behavior. “They wanted to give me a demonstration of just how far from your wife she has become. I know this is difficult for you and I have to ask a more difficult question,” he said pausing. “Are you sure you want her back? I can assure you she is no longer the wife you once knew. She doesn't even know her own name.”

“What exactly happened?!” I asked forcefully shaking my head and trying to keep my growing anger and disappointment under control.

George sighed. “We were negotiating but it wasn't going well,” he began. “He kept insisting that Stephi wouldn’t want to leave and if we forced her she wouldn't be the same woman you knew. Finally they brought her back in so I could speak to her directly. He made her tell me about her life and what she liked to do…it was pretty graphic. Then he ordered her to strip,” he continued taking a deep breath. “She did it without any hesitation and with a huge smile on her face.”

He paused and looked down at his feet in shame. When he looked back up I could see the anguish in his eyes. “He ordered her to suck me. I tried to stop her but he said if I didn't let her she'd be taken away and you'd never see her again.” George nervously rubbed his hands together as he continued to speak. “If she had shown any reluctance I wouldn't have let her but…there was none. She looked eager to do it.”

He tools several deep breaths and looked at me with pity. “After she did that for a while he told her to stop and show me where she likes men to…to put themselves in her. She stood up and without any shame bent over right in front of me and spread her…her cheeks apart and pointed at her…at the hole between them and said she liked it right there.” He was choosing his words carefully, trying to make it hurt me less but my heart was already in my throat. “Then he asked her if she wanted me to do her there and she…she very eagerly said yes.”

He rubbed his hands again and looked down. “I told him I couldn’t and he motioned for her to be taken away. I stopped them and…I’m so sorry but I did it. I…I put myself in her there. I assure you it didn't hurt her…in fact, she liked it…a lot.” Despite his remorse I could tell he was reliving the memory and a part of him enjoyed that memory. “After a time he told me to stop and ordered Stephi to finish me with her mouth. She did it straight away without cleaning me first…then you came in right after…after I finished.”

George had his hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me. “That’s why I asked what I asked. She doesn't remember anything from before. She isn't your wife any more.”

“She's still in there somewhere,” I assured him. “I have to believe that.”

George nodded solemnly. “Then I’ll continue to try and secure her release. They timed your entry into the room to show you what she's become. There may be more demonstrations in future negotiations if you continue to attend.”

“Do you expect me to go home? Or wait at the hotel while she sits in there?” I asked angrily.

“No, of course not,” George assured me. “Just warning you to be prepared.”

I slumped back into the seat feeling both eager that Stephi was so close and also defeated that she was still so far from being returned and the changes she had gone through. I didn't sleep well that night and was tired the next morning when George and I were getting back in the car to head back out to the compound for another round of negotiations. “No matter what happens today, don't react,” he warned me. “They're going to try to humiliate you,” he explained. “They will release your wife,” he assured me, “it's in their best interest but they're going to make you suffer for the inconvenience first. You have to act like nothing bothers you. If you have another outburst like yesterday they will drag this out longer.”

This time we were taken to a meeting room with a desk behind which the sheik’s negotiator was already seated. He was calm when we got there and greeted us with a sinister smile and words in Arabic I didn't understand but which George returned. I felt like we had been called down to the principal's office. Two armed guards stood menacingly against the wall behind him.

The 'negotiations' took place in Arabic with George giving me a rough running translation. The sheik's man wasn't really asking for anything; he just kept giving reasons for why I wouldn't want Stephi back. After a few minutes he seemed to get more and more distracted and had a strange look on his face. I thought maybe he was feeling ill and grew concerned when he let out a loud grunt that he might vomit all over the desk. Instead he was quiet for a moment and then pushed his chair back from the desk a bit and I was shocked to see my wife crawl out from underneath it. She was completely naked again and wiping her mouth after obviously just sucking the man off.

George's face looked calm and he gripped my arm as a reminder not to give the man any reason to end the negotiations for the day. I closed my eyes for a moment; I couldn't look at her. When I opened them Stephi was standing in front of George. “Would you like a blowjob?” she asked him. My face burned with embarrassment and anger and I wanted to smash my fist into the negotiators face. His eyes were on me for a second and he had a wicked smile on his face.

George peered around Stephi to look at the man and the negotiator's base switched to George. He didn't speak but the look on his face made it clear that George had to accept her offer. He turned to me and mouthed 'I'm sorry,' then looked at Stephi and said, “Sure.”

Stephi dropped to her knees in front of him looking giddy and excited as she eagerly pulled at his belt. I tried not to look as she fished his penis out and swallowed it whole right down to the base. George tried to stifle a sigh but I could still sense his contentment. He struggled to keep his hands off her head and his hands clenched and unclenched several times in frustration. He wanted to touch her, to guide her mouth up and down his excited cock, but didn't want to do it in front of me.

“You see what she is now,” the negotiator said to me as she sucked George. “Are you certain you want such a creature back? She is no longer your wife. See how she enjoys pleasing men?”

He was right. My sweet Stephi never would have behaved like that but I still wanted her back. Despite what he said I knew my wife was in there somewhere and that I could find her even as I watched out of the corner of my eye as she slobbered excitedly over George's dick.

George suddenly grabbed my arm hard. “I'm sorry…I’m sorry,” he moaned and then he sighed loudly and I knew he was filling my wife's mouth with cum. Stephi remained kneeling in front of him milking every last drop from his spent penis and cleaning it with her mouth before putting it away and doing his pants back up for him.

She stood and looked over at me with no hint of recognition on her face. “Would you like a blowjob?” she asked me.

Thinking that it was as necessary for me to accept as it had been for George I only hesitated a second before saying, “Yes.” As soon as the word was out of my mouth she was down on her knees in front of my chair and pawing at my belt. The negotiator chuckled and George patted my shoulder in sympathy.

It was the first time I had felt the touch of my wife in over a year and it was going to be to receive a blowjob from her in front of four other men. The whole situation was very surreal, but I must admit that as her mouth descended over my penis it was hard as steel and aching to release a large build-up of cum.

My head went back and I sighed loudly as her tongue rolled over the head of my eager cock. It was the best blowjob Stephi had ever given me, not that she was bad at it before, but she had definitely learned some things since she'd been away. I just didn't want to think about how she'd learned them. I didn't last very long and a few minutes after it started it was over and I was filling her mouth with a thick load of my own cum.

Stephi milked and cleaned my cock too before putting it away. George had been talking to the man while she sucked me in Arabic and their discussion continued as she walked back over to the desk. “We're finally getting down to terms,” George explained to me quickly. “Now he's arguing that she's a very important member of the household staff and that she's signed a lifetime contract. They want compensation to break it.”

“I’ll pay anything,” I whispered to him.

“It's not money they're after,” George whispered back, "or anything you could give them."

They continued talking while Stephi stood next to the desk with a kind of blank smile on her face. After a few minutes the negotiator stood and I thought we'd be done for the day but he and George were still talking. Instead he guided Stephi to stand in front of him and then bent her over the desk. He dropped his pants and nonchalantly started fucking my wife. The look of pure bliss on Stephi's face at having a cock inside her made my face burn with shame.

“He said he wanted to demonstrate how valuable she is to the household,” George said to me. “I told him it wasn't necessary but he insisted.”

The man's face was a mask of concentration as he pounded into her hard. George looked at me sympathetically but he was also watching the other guy fuck my wife. The two guards were smirking as if challenging me to object. I wanted to stand up and stop the whole thing but George kept a hand on my arm and the guards flashed their guns menacingly every once in a while. I'm sure my anger was easily readable on my face and the man's eyes were on me a lot as he fucked her.

He made it completely obvious when he was cumming in her too. Gasping and groaning much more than was necessary as he filled her with his seed then holding still with his body smashed up against hers while he finished. When he pulled out, Stephi immediately turned around and got down on her knees to clean his cum covered cock with her mouth. After she was finished the guy nodded to her and she came around to the other side of the desk and bent over it again so that her ass was pointed at me and George.

Stephi reached behind her and grabbed her butt cheeks spreading them open so that George and I could see her gash leaking the man's cum and the tighter hole nestled above that. George groaned beside me and tried not to look but his eyes kept drifting back. My own eyes were glued to the spot watching the cream seep out of my wife's hole and down her thighs. I wasn't sure what the negotiator was expecting; were we just supposed to watch or was this an invitation we couldn't refuse?

We sat there uncomfortably for several seconds. Then George patted my arm and turned to me. “I'm sorry,” he apologized again before standing slowly. His cock was noticeably tenting his pants as he stood.

The negotiator had said nothing but smiled at us as he flopped down into his chair after buttoning up his pants. “Wait!” I said sharply to George. “Is this necessary? Must you…?”

George looked at me and shrugged. “It doesn't matter,” he said. “I’m sorry…but she's offering…and I can't get my mind off the last time…so good…” he muttered as he walked towards her. Stephi heard him approach and turned her head back and smiled happily. I started to stand and one of the guards immediately stepped forward baring his gun and I stopped halfway before slumping back down into my chair. The whole purpose of the trip and meetings was to get Stephi back for me and my son; dying wouldn’t serve anyone and besides, the slut exposing herself in front of me wasn't really my wife.

By the time he reached her, George had his pants open and his renewed erection clutched in his hand pointing straight out in front of him. He aimed it at her crinkly butt hole and pressed forward. It took a couple of tries but eventually Stephi let out a gasp of pleasure and George let go of his prick and grabbed her by the hips as he pushed it in past the head. It was hard to believe how easily she took it in without any lubrication but she definitely enjoyed the penetration.

George and to ease it in slowly at first but after a few in and out strokes he was fucking her ass just as quickly as the other guy had fucked her pussy. Stephi was groaning and gasping in pleasure as he drove his cock in and out. Every once in a while she'd turn her head around and smile at George. Her eyes caught mine a couple of times and she smiled at me as well.

Soon enough George let out a loud groan and his body jerked several times towards hers. He stood still behind her for several seconds with his only movement his flexing bottom as he filled her ass with his cum. After he removed his cock and backed away Stephi remained bent over the desk still holding the cheeks of her bottom open displaying herself now with both holes leaking cum.

George ambled back to his chair guiltily while the negotiator said something. “He says the terms are acceptable,” George translated for me. He had a hard time looking me in the eye. “We can return for her tomorrow morning,” he said with a sigh.

Stephi was led away while he spoke and the negotiator followed her out. George glumly led me out after they had gone and we rode back to my hotel in silence. A couple of times during the short drive he started to speak, I assume to apologize again, but each time thought better of it and bit his tongue. When he dropped me off he said he'd see me in the morning and that the next day would be a better happier day.

It definitely started out a better day. During the night I managed to put aside all that I had seen and heard Stephi do and was looking forward to reuniting and bringing her home. This time we weren't allowed to enter the mansion but were made to wait outside while they brought Stephi out to us. George and I stood there with security for several minutes before she came out escorted by a couple of armed men. She was still naked and although she looked clean from head to toe it was quite obvious from the tired look in her eyes, the puffiness of her pussy lips, and the red marks covering her body that she had been well and truly fucked all night long.

Both George and I stared for a few seconds before one of the men pushed her towards us. George recovered his senses enough to put his suit coat around her shoulders to cover her as much as he could. I gave Stephi a big hug which she returned warmly although I could tell she still didn't know who I was and she was a little more amorous than was decent in public. “I belong to you now?” she asked.

I didn't know what to say and as I stammered over my words George answered for me. “Yes, you do,” he said quickly. “Let's just get her in the car quickly,” he murmured to me. “You can explain everything to her later but I think we should get away from them,” he said motioning his head towards the armed men.

I agreed and steered Stephi towards the car holding my breath. George climbed in the back first, then Stephi, and I climbed in last. The ride to the hotel was uneventful and spent mostly in silence. I tried a few times to talk to Stephi to see how much of my wife was still left in there but didn't get anywhere. I realized a problem when we got to the hotel. George's coat didn't cover Stephi enough for her to walk through the lobby and down the halls to my room.

“Why don't you get a robe from your room?” George suggested.

It was a good idea. I'd seen many guests walking to and from the pool in robes over their bathing suits. The state department had gotten me a suite near the top of the hotel so it took several minutes for me to get to my floor in the elevator. When I got back down to the front of the hotel the car was gone. I cursed and looked around bewildered. Eventually I spotted the car out in the middle of the parking lot and assumed they had been forced to move by the hotel staff.

I walked across the hot pavement with the robe tucked under my arm as quickly as I could without running. The sedan was rocking quite a bit as I approached but the windows were so heavily tinted it was impossible to see inside. I tried the door but it was locked so I naively knocked on the window. I stood waiting there for several seconds watching the still rocking car before I put my ear to one of the back windows.

I could hear the muffled grunts of a man exerting himself along with the undeniable squeals of my wife and it finally dawned on me what was going on inside the car. My face turned red with embarrassment and anger. I quickly looked around to see if anyone else noticed the rocking of the car but there were very few people about and they were all too engrossed in their own business to pay attention to a random car in a hotel parking lot.

I banged on the window heavily but still got no response. The car started rocking harder and I debated what to do. Should I just stand there quietly until they finished or start making more noise and possibly draw attention to myself? There was no way I was going to be able to get into a car that was designed for security and I had no wish to suffer the embarrassment of others finding out what was happening to my wife inside so I stood there fuming quietly.

After several minutes the car stopped rocking but it still didn't open up. I knocked again but still nothing. Then the car moved some more and reminded me of the way cars moved when my friends and I would climb from the front seat to the back when we were kids in high school. A second later the car started rocking rhythmically again. My palm found my face as I realized I’d be waiting even longer.

I had to stand there for several more minutes until it stopped rocking again then the car moved around again as the occupants went back to their original positions. The doors finally unlocked audibly and I quickly opened the door. Stephi was sitting with a smile on her face while George looked guilty but nothing was said. The driver never acknowledged me at all. I climbed in and handed Stephi the robe to put on while we drove back around to the hotel lobby.

The valets were a little surprised to see Stephi emerge from the sedan with bare feet and a robe but they didn't comment. As we left George he called out to me that someone would bring a temporary passport for Stephi in the morning as well as some clothes and our plane tickets home.

Stephi was easily led to my room and did everything I asked of her. I quickly figured out that she would follow my commands no matter what they were as if she had no free will of her own. Back then I lamented the loss of her free will and vowed to do everything in my power to help her get it back but if I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have been so determined.

I'm a little ashamed to admit that I had sex with her that night even though I knew it didn't hold any meaning for her. I had tried to explain to her that I was her husband but she had no knowledge of the concept of marriage. All she understood was that I was the man she was with at the moment and she was going to do anything to please me.

When we got back home I thought maybe the sight of our son would help her memory but it didn't. I started her on therapy immediately and she responded well. She quickly regained her sense of self but I learned later that was the least of her problems. Before she realized her free will I could control her, keep her at home, and not worry she was going to proposition every man she came across. With her free will came her memory but unfortunately the behavioral conditioning remained.

I had been so happy to get “my” Stephi back that I ignored some of the warning signs. She was very enthusiastic during sex and flirted with every man she came into contact with including my father. But it wasn't until she ran off that I realized the full implications of her conditioning. I remember when the police called after they found her car. They had gone into the sex shop to see if she was inside and had found a very willing Stephi giving blowjobs through a glory hole and since she was an adult who hadn't been taken against her will they didn't take her away. I was actually lucky they took pity on her and didn't arrest her for public indecency.

They did tell her to stop and informed me of her location. When I arrived she was getting ready to leave with a couple of the store's patrons heading God knows where. There was cum plastered all over her face and hair and the guys she was with were rather rough looking. The police were still there making sure Stephi didn't continue her activity in public so I felt confident extracting her from the group of men.

The guys were, of course, disappointed and so was my wife and when she objected to going with me the police actually intervened on her side. I was shoved into the back of the police cruiser and Stephi was driving away with a couple guys in her car and another car full following behind. After they were gone the police let me go but warned me that next time they'd take me in for domestic violence.

I went inside the shop and after talking to a couple of the employees I found out that Stephi and the guys were heading to a hotel a few minutes away. I drove there as quickly as I could. To call the place a hotel was being generous. It was rundown and looked like the kind of place that charged by the hour. I went into the rental office and gave the guy behind the desk a description of Stephi and asked what room she was in.

“Oh! The slut,” he said. “You're here for the gang bang? They said there'd be more guys coming. Going to head to the room myself after I close the office up.”

He gave me the room number and I ran over there as fast as I could. I could hear pretty raucous noise coming from the room. I knocked loudly but without banging angrily. The door opened and luckily the guy who opened it didn't look closely at me or recognize me from the encounter earlier. Stephi was on her hands and knees on the lone bed in the room. One guy was pounding into her from behind while another was feeding his cock down her throat. All of the other guys were in various states of undress and most had their phones out recording the action.

They were all so intent on Stephi that is was about a minute before any of them recognized me. When they did I wound up shoved against a wall by one guy while another twisted my arm behind my back. Stephi stopped sucking the cock in her mouth long enough to say “Honey, why don't you just leave. I'll be home in the morning. Or stay and don't interrupt.” Then she went back to noisily sucking the dick in front of her.

I didn't want to leave her there alone with those guys and if I started fighting them I’d just get myself beat up and thrown in jail so I relaxed and the guys slowly let me go. I turned back around toward the action on the bed and looked for a second before sliding down the wall to the floor and hanging my head in shame and defeat.

She sucked and fucked for hours. I guess those couple weeks without any cock but mine had really gotten to her. I'm not sure how many guys she took on because they kept coming and going from the room. The guy from the hotel office showed up as did the two cops from the adult store parking lot; off duty but still in uniform. At first I thought they might have been responding to a noise complaint and would break the party up but instead they started shucking their uniforms after watching for a minute.

It wasn't until late the next morning that the guys started to leave. I guess they either had other places they needed to be or her pussy had become so loose and sloppy that they started to lose interest. Eventually Stephi and I were alone and I convinced her to get in my car with me and go home. I didn't trust her to drive her own and actually head home.

We started seeing a new therapist a day later following another complete medical exam. The new therapist explained more about Stephi's conditioning and how difficult it would be to overcome her compulsions for sex. “Your wife's urges are going to be difficult to overcome. Sex feels good and orgasms release chemicals in the brain which act similar to some drugs,” he explained to me. “Do you have orgasms when you make love to your husband?” he asked turning to her.

“Sometimes…” Stephi said generously but the therapist kept staring at her and she amended, “…almost never.”

He nodded and wrote something in his notebook. “But you have them with other men?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered nodding vigorously. “But it has nothing to do with how good sex with him is,” she said quickly. “It has more to do with how illicit and exciting it feels when I’m with someone else…knowing that they only care about dumping their load in me…it's completely unemotional…we're just both using each other…” she tried to explain.

The therapist was paying rapt attention and writing while nodding. “I understand…I understand,” he said. “You've been conditioned to enjoy sex when you're being used and abused,” he stated, “and because you're husband loves you sex with him is different than with other men.”

“Yes…yes exactly!” Stephi agreed.

“Well, we just have to condition you to enjoy loving and caring sex,” he proclaimed.

“How do we do that?” I asked.

“Slowly,” the therapist answered. “We need to satisfy some of Stephi's urges or we'll end up with a repeat of the hotel incident. What I’m going to suggest is unconventional but you'll have to trust me that it will work over time.”

“What is it?” I asked eager for a solution.

“Stephi will need to have sex with other men, but it will have to be with men who love and care for her well being,” he explained still writing his notes. I was about to object but he continued, “That way her urge to have sex with different men will be satisfied but she'll become conditioned to enjoy the kind of sex you can give her. Then we'll slowly wean her off the other men until only you at left.”

“If you think that's best,” Stephi said smiling.

“I do,” he answered nodding. “I also think it will be a good idea to have an occasional 'cheat' day,” he said, “supervised of course, where you get all the sex you want. Maybe once a month to start then spread out over time until they're no longer necessary.”

“But doctor!” I started to protest. He held up his hand to silence me.

“You have to understand what's been done to your wife's brain. That monster nearly destroyed it and we need to bring it back.”

“But why all this?!! What you're talking about seems like it will take much longer than it took to make her this way!!” I complained.

“What would you suggest?” he asked rhetorically. “Tying your wife up like he did? Making her suffer more abuse? Her mind would shatter into a million pieces and you'd never get her back,” he chastised. I had to admit he was right about that. “Now I suggest you find someone who can look after her while you're at work, and a couple of men you can trust; friends, family members, maybe a high priced escort…and I can help out too during some of our sessions.”

My mind was so occupied with the thought of Stephi still having sex with other men that I missed the last part of his statement until after he excused me and said he wanted to have some one on one time with her. His true intention didn't dawn on me until I heard Stephi giggle followed by a rhythmic thumping noise. Thankfully we were his last patients of the day so no one else was in the waiting room because the walls were obviously not sound proof and the two of them got quite loud.

It was obvious from the noises they made when he came and I sat there for several minutes expecting them to come out. But a few minutes later they started up again except this time they seemed to be moving a bit slower and I suspected he was fucking her in the ass. At any rate he eventually came again and the two of them did finally come out. His arm was around her shoulder and both had that just fucked look. He handed me one of his cards, told me to call and schedule another appointment for next week, and to let his receptionist know to make it for his home office hours so we'd be more comfortable.

We've been seeing him every Saturday and Wednesday evening at his home since. Usually we start out together and then halfway through I’m asked to leave the room so they can have their one on one time. Sometimes, usually on Saturdays, he doesn't even bother meeting with both of us and just sees her. It's not lost on me that I’m paying this guy to fuck my wife but the sessions actually seem to be working.

When we first started, including me, my father, and her therapist, Stephi was being serviced by at least seven guys each week and having monthly cheat days where she'd have no holes barred sex with as many men as she could find for a twenty four hour period. Now, a year later, it's usually just the three of us weekly and her cheat days happen less frequently. Which is the main reason I was so upset at finding Stephi with my brother. It felt like going backward when I was trying so hard to push us forward.

I went back to playing with my son and mom on the living room floor. The sounds of my wife and brother fucking upstairs occasionally drifted down. I did my best to ignore it but the pitying looks from my mom and dad didn't help. My mom eventually excused herself to the kitchen to make dinner for everyone since it didn't appear that Johnathan and Stephi would be done anytime soon. My brother finally came down just as mom was setting dinner on the table. Stephi came down a short time later after a quick bath.

“So, what about the frat party?” my brother rudely asked around a mouthful of food. Stephi looked up from her plate with an expectant smile on her face.

“I don't know…” I started.

“Oh, come on honey,” Stephi protested. “It will be fun. Besides, it's been forever since I’ve had a cheat day,” she cooed.

I really didn't have an objection other than it had been suggested by my brother and he would be there so I reluctantly agreed. It looks like Stephi is going to get a pussy, ass, and mouthful of college dick. My brother seemed overly pleased and after some badgering from me and our dad admitted that he had promised he'd get a hooker for the party and now he could pocket the money he had collected from his frat brothers. Our dad tried to argue that the money should go to Stephi but I said we didn't want it.

Stephi was so excited about going to the party that she managed to drag Dad upstairs for a quick suck and fuck while the rest of us cleaned up after dinner. Dad came down alone and the three of them left soon after. I put our son to bed and then joined my wife in our bedroom. She was in bed reading when I slipped in beside her. I could feel the vibrations of a vibrator as I snuggled my naked body up against hers. “Are you sore?” I asked as my erection nosed around her backside.

“Of course not,” she replied putting her book down and snuggling back into me with a smile on her face. “It would take a lot more than that to make me sore,” she said rolling over onto her back and pulling me on top of her with spread thighs. “But I didn't clean up after your dad so I hope you don't mind a bit of a mess. Sometimes I like having a guys cum just sitting in me. Especially when it's not yours. It just seems…naughtier.”

I didn't mind, not really, and I hardly noticed as I slid into her. She was a little hotter and wetter inside but I so often was the second or third man to have her at the end of the day that it felt normal now. “I like when your brother comes over,” she sighed as I moved slowly in and out. “He knows just how to treat me. It's kind of like having a mini cheat day.”

“I don't,” I replied seriously. She looked at me and pouted as she stroked the side of my face.

“You know I only love you don't you,” she said. “Everyone else is just filling a need but with you…with you it's different.”

“You don't talk with them,” I observed.

“Not like this,” she agreed. “This is just for you…it's more intimate. And despite what you say, I know you like it when we talk about the others. I could feel you swell inside me when I mentioned your brother. See, there you go again…” she sighed as I rammed into her a little harder. She was right of course. It was such sweet torment when she described what it was like with other guys. She would often relate some of her encounters on Steven's ship or from her time at the sheik's palace while we made love.

It had been a long day and I’d had to wait and listen to her with my brother an dad so I didn't last long. When I rolled off she snuggled into my arms again. “I do love you and I do look forward to being the wife and mother you want and deserve,” she whispered. “But for now…”

“I know,” I assured her. “I know you're trying and all the terrible things you went through.”

“Are you going to come to the frat party with me? “ she asked. “You don't have to go. Johnathan will be there to look after me.”

As difficult as it would be for me to sit at a party knowing my wife was in another room taking on any guy that wanted her I had long ago promised myself I would always be there for her on her cheat days. “Of course I’ll go,” I said hugging her close.

“You know, Johnathan said there'd be guys from the football and basketball teams there…” she continued excitedly as I rubbed her shoulder and back. Yes, it would be difficult, but at least I had her back and I wasn't going to lose her again.

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